The next day, Ezhou City South.

All Mongolian households, Toucheba, looked sadly at the city wall under the rising sun in the distance.

The nine-slutch white flag stands there.

The nine white flags representing the supreme majesty of the Mongol Empire stand among the enemies opposite, but not as a conqueror, but as a shameful prisoner, stand among countless cheering enemies. This scene looks extremely dazzling, and the cheers of the Song soldiers are also extremely harsh.

This is a nine-color white penis.

Except for the time when Genghis Khan was left to Mu Huali, who was once left to conquer Western Xia, this supreme ceremonial warfare has never left the Khan. It is the identity symbol of the Khan, but now it stands on the top of Ezhou City, which means that the terrible rumor is true. Mengge Khan died in Diaoyu City, Mengge Khan died in battle, and the Khan of the Mongol Empire died in the hands of the Southern Barbarian Monsters. Not only did he die in battle, but even the Western Route Army attacking Sichuan had failed. They were defeated thoroughly, and they could not even protect the Nine White Crowns, which ended up being shamelessly humiliated by the enemy.

This result made a fire of humiliation burn in his heart of grief and anger.

He suddenly drew his knife and pointed it at the sky.

"Kill, kill all the southern barbarians and avenge the Khan!"

The Qinzhai warrior roared wildly.

"Kill all the Southern Barbarians, avenge the Khan, and regain the Jiuyu White Crown!"

Countless roars rang out.

But at this moment, a sound of war drums that seemed like thunder suddenly came from behind them. Tomboy turned around in surprise and saw a huge ox cart slowly coming on the shore of the Yangtze River. The ox cart was so big that it needed eight oxes to drag, and there were eight wheels. On the cart was an equally huge war drum. In front of the war drum, a man wearing a crane cloak was constantly beating the war drum slowly but rhythmically.

A red flag above his head flies.

But there is only this ox cart around.

Although countless Song army warships on the Yangtze River were flowing downstream, there was only this ox cart on the south bank, and it was like not seeing thousands of troops under the city of Ezhou. This strange scene made all Mongolian soldiers confused.

Toshibadoer raised his head and looked at the direction of Qianhuhusun, where a flag was waving.

He immediately turned his horse's head.

"kill!"

He roared with a knife in his hand.

Then he activated the war horse, and the 100 cavalrymen lined up on both sides immediately followed forward and rushed towards the inexplicable ox cart. During the charge, they took out their bows and arrows, then pulled their bows and shouted to speed up. Soon the two sides were less than a hundred steps apart.

At this time, his man suddenly stopped beating the drum and turned around.

A strange smile appeared on his face.

The next moment he suddenly pulled out a hammer with a big head from under the war drum, and quickly pulled it under the hammer handle, then threw it over. The hammer instantly reached the head of Tomchebaduer. The famous general in the Mongolian army raised his head in surprise. He seemed to see a faint smoke on the hammer. He frowned blankly, and suddenly a red light shone in his vision, as if the loud noise of the sky and the earth cracked into his ears. The next moment...

The next moment he knew nothing.

He was blown up by a grenade that was less than two meters above his head and filled with a full ten kilograms of black gunpowder, leaving his bones dead.

What an immortal!

You can't always fight with big swords.

The feathered crane flap was waving his hand and the enemy was destroyed to ashes, which made him look more like a god, so Yang Feng simply changed to throwing grenades.

If he hadn't been skilled enough in using soul energy, he had wanted to simply stuff nitrosize cotton, but unfortunately his test of making nitric acid was not successful. After all, he was just a first step in this way and probably had to practice for a certain period of time. In the end, he could only put black gunpowder in order to make do with it. As for emitting fuses, this would not be worth mentioning to him. Just as the explosion of the ten kilograms of black gunpowder instantly swallowed Tomchebaduer and the soldiers behind him, and used a violent shock wave to overturn more than a dozen cavalrymen, accompanied by the explosion that day and the earth cracked, Yang Xianzun smiled and lifted the baffle under the war drum, like the red wine bottles arranged in the winery, densely packed rows of the same grenades stretched out wooden handles waiting for his favor.

He has a hundred grenades.

This was made by him personally when he was in Chengdu.

Saltpeter and sulfur were found in the armoury of Baiyan Baduer. These things were originally very common military supplies. The only thing left was to take some time to purify and make gunpowder, and then put them in cast cast iron grenades. He made a total of 100 pieces, and took them all to Ezhou to show off. In this way, the eight-wheeled ox cart carrying more than half a ton of black gunpowder continued to move forward slowly and firmly under the drag of eight cows with their ears.

And the dozens of Mongolian cavalry surviving at this time had collapsed.

Even if a person does not collapse, the horse will collapse.

The loud noise that day, like a crack in the earth, made the war horse, who had never encountered this, instantly be dominated by the instinctive fear of animals. He turned around and fled backwards regardless of everything.

The Mongolian cavalry on the horse was also shocked. Although the Song army had actually started to use gunpowder, especially rocket thunderbolt fireballs and other rockets, it was a 10 kilogram of black gunpowder explosion that had been purified and formulated. The Dingyuan 305mm flowering bullet was only 20 kilograms. In the eyes of the Mongolian cavalry, this was tantamount to the magic technique. In addition, the Song army continued to promote the help of gods during this period. The explosion undoubtedly confirmed this point.

This incomplete 100-man team ran wildly.

The Mongolian Qianhuhusun looked at this scene in shock. The huge explosion also came to his ears, but he hesitated for a moment and quickly drew out his knife. Then he gave his order, and nearly a thousand Mongolian cavalry immediately rushed forward.

Soon they passed the defeated 100-step team and rushed straight towards Yang Feng. Just as they entered less than 100 steps away from Yang Feng, Yang Feng, who was one giant grenade in one hand, shouted excitedly, bit a rope under one grenade, and pulled the grenade with his right hand, flew out directly, and then reached Husun's head. The same explosion flames devoured the Lord Qianhu, but before his cavalry could react, the second grenade then exploded above their heads, and the next moment, the Thousand People team collapsed without any suspense.

And the old cows who were pulling the car continued to walk forward slowly and firmly.

"I am here, the Tartars come to die!"

Yang Feng stood high on the car, roaring with his back against the war drum and grenade in his hand.

Then more Mongolian cavalry rushed in.

Although this demon was terrifying, the Mongolian warriors were not afraid of him. They shouted the slogan of avenging the Khan, running forward, holding a spear on the horse's back and swinging a knife to stomp the demon who killed them into flesh.

But unfortunately this was useless. The giant grenades in Yang Feng's hand kept throwing out. All the Mongolian cavalry near him within a hundred steps were rolled back in the explosion that day, like the water flowing hitting an invisible embankment. The explosion that day, the pungent smoke in the air, the terrifying firelight during the explosion was like a turnaround order for the war horses under their crotch.

Even though the Mongolian cavalry were not afraid of the remains of corpses, these war horses were shocked and their bravery was useless.

As more and more Mongolian cavalry surged forward and were bombarded back by explosions, the entire south of Ezhou City was in chaos.

The frightened war horses carried their owners on their backs and ran wildly in horror. Not long after, the Mongolian cavalry that arrived later could no longer organize the attack, because Yang Feng's ox cart was completely protected by frightened war horses. These war horses were running like headless flies. Soon they began to collide with the newly arrived cavalry, and even rushed into the barracks to trample on the Han infantry. And this chaos could not be stopped at all, because the ox cart was still moving forward, and the giant grenade was still flying out. In the sky above the heads of the Mongolian cavalry, the terrifying flames exploded again and again, and the loud noises that kept hitting the eardrums of the war horses, making their simple brains always dominated by fear.

They roared and ran frantically, hitting all their companions in front of them, and even slapped their masters down, trampling the unlucky Han infantry under their hooves.

This is no longer confusion.

This is a bombing camp.

Tens of thousands of Mongolian troops in the south of Ezhou were actually close to the bombing camp. Countless frightened and galloping war horses were raging like floods. In their collision, the generals tried to control order in vain, but they could only watch the chaos spread, and even the infantry that was hit had begun to flee.

After all, if you don’t run, you will be trampled to death by a horse.

And even if he was not trampled to death by a horse, there was a demon behind him!

At this moment, on the Yangtze River behind Yang Feng, countless small warships loaded with Song troops docked, and teams of heavy armored Song army infantry landed, and began to line up under the command of the generals. Even the Ezhou city gate opposite had been opened. Ezhou commander Zhang Sheng and his deputy Gundam led the elites in the city to rush out. Accompanied by the sound of war drums and cheers on the top of the city, they first launched an attack on the enemies who had been besieging them for many days. A large Song army warship on the Yangtze River also accelerated downward and rushed straight to the floating bridge between Yangluo Fort and Huhuangzhou downstream.

The general attack of the Song army began like this.

Yang Feng was still standing on the ox cart and moving forward slowly, but not towards Ezhou City, but tangled across the south under the city, constantly throwing grenades at the Mongolian army that had not been involved in the chaos. He was like spreading plague, spreading chaos and panic, driving the Mongolian army to flee continuously.

Until his last grenade was thrown.
Chapter completed!